I recently recorded a song I wrote in October. A huge thanks to my friends Klynn Bagaco, Rusty Epstein, and Anibal Yossimar Guzmán, who recorded it. Give it a listen, and let me know what you think!

“Jack of Hearts”

Cigarette smoke spirals slow
Through the boneyard of blanched corn;
As the fey moon rises low
And starts adorn, love is sworn.

Mouthless moths with hunger slaked
In the ghost-fires of taillights,
Follow powdered hearts that ache
For this night, for this night.

Come, Jack of Hearts,
Here, where it all starts.
And come, Jack of fire,
Take me, mad with desire.
And come, Jack of green,
Bold in dark-wash jeans.
And come, Jack of mine,
Crowned in oak and woodbine,
Jack of mine.

I was born of dying day,
Ocean-wrought and seashore spun;
You from fields of fringe and blaze,
And rising sun, you’re the one.

As the briar and the rose,
May our heartbeats entwine,
Blooming blood as love grows:
Eglantine, eglantine…

Come, Jack of Hearts,
Here where it all starts.
And come, nameless Jack,
Through the gold tamaracks.
And come, Jack of truth,
All bright-eyed with youth.
And come, Jack of mine,
Evergreen as the pine,
Jack of mine.